A gunshot sounds off echoed walls.
In Northern Ireland another falls.
Lying face down in a pool of blood,
his shattered body silent in the mud.
his mothers weeping for him at home.
She's sitting crying all alone.
tears streaming down her cheeks.
It's been the same now for weeks.
Her husband died a year ago, in an accident in a motor car.
Now she's sitting all alone, weeping for her only son.
A letter comes, it's the news that she dreads.
They've turned off the life support, her son is dead.
She collapses in grief on the kitchen floor.
She keeps on crying till she can't anymore.
A single gunshot took his life.
It did more damage than any knife.
She looks at his photograph again,
and goes out into the pouring rain.
She goes to the cemetery twice a day.
She leaves fresh flowers on his grave.
She goes home and starts to cry.
She's proud he was a hero but why did he have to die?
In Northern Ireland another falls.
Lying face down in a pool of blood,
his shattered body silent in the mud.
his mothers weeping for him at home.
She's sitting crying all alone.
tears streaming down her cheeks.
It's been the same now for weeks.
Her husband died a year ago, in an accident in a motor car.
Now she's sitting all alone, weeping for her only son.
A letter comes, it's the news that she dreads.
They've turned off the life support, her son is dead.
She collapses in grief on the kitchen floor.
She keeps on crying till she can't anymore.
A single gunshot took his life.
It did more damage than any knife.
She looks at his photograph again,
and goes out into the pouring rain.
She goes to the cemetery twice a day.
She leaves fresh flowers on his grave.
She goes home and starts to cry.
She's proud he was a hero but why did he have to die?
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